letters from Hell's resistance

Just another day in hell,
waging war against empire 
another day another dollar poorer 

passing robots in the streets 
the serve the machine with empty eyes
shrugging their shoulders in false pretense of innocence 
they say: 

What can I do? 
I can’t change the government
 They say vote for trump 
 They say vote for Biden 
I’d rather cut off my ow arm then support evil 

bad propaganda talking heads show up on every news channel 
Your cable company  you pay to be lie to you 

Build back better-genocide 
vote blue to be a fool 
vote GOP to be fleeced  
Wake the fuck up America! 
Both parties sent us to hell

God damn this empire 
And the the war criminals who rule it

by their fruits they are known 
fascism is their god
may they rot in an unmarked forgotten grave

let justice roll down from the mountains 
The trees rise up in revolt against the woodcutters 
the oceans rise the sweep away the filthy monsters 

marked safe from supporting war criminals today 

the whales rise against yachts that become a monument to decadence lying on the ocean floor 

bears and humans form alliances to take down bad men 

the streets caked in blood and mud 

a rainbow floods our hearts with love 
peace takes shape 
heavens on earth if we make it that way 

Forward is the only way 

As sheets of ice flow through the river 
I read your messages in the Wind
We kiss in the moonlight under the pouring rain 

fire burns through my soul 

The the tree wept when they cut down her daughters and sons 
a root reached out tripped them sending them down the hill
into the abyss 

arms wrapped around her trunk we we console mother tree

the sun sets against the blood red sky 
animals breathe a sigh of relief 
nature and plant rest and peace 

Morning rises on a red dawn a world finally at peace 
















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